Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-08-28
ROB WYNNE'S BRIDE.


married We were much surprised, for we
had always thought of him as the bach
elor OF the club, his disinclination to
meet ladies being notorious; but when
we saw his wife our astonishment left us,
for her beauty was simply indescribable.
We were invited TO meet her at his
home, a quiet, old fashioned house, as
substantial and comfortable as il was
plain; and after the reception we found
that she became the subject of much Of
our talk.
There was a popularity about her that
none of us could fathom. a peculiarity
that can be best defined by saying that
she possessed an excess Of spirituality.
Not that il was too pronounced, for it
was more of an emanation than anything
else, and certainly no one could be mer-
rier, less obtrusive or more charming in
dispensation Of hospitalities. There was
but one opinion concerning her beauty
It was simply perfect.
We soon noticed curious change in
Wynne. He had been q constant fire.
quenter Of the club, but now he never
came. He was always prompt to ask us
to call and see him, and his house was
one Of the most pleasant to visit of the
many social resorts in Elmport We
made it quite gathering place, for Mrs.
Wynne showed q great advantage as q
hostess, an indefnable charm pervading
all that she did, and winning our ad-
miration and reverence. II was impos-
sible to look at her and not feel that life
possessed something far beyond the toll
and fret Of the day, though why this
should be power Of her presence we
could not tell.
had been Wynne's particular chum,
and consequently was the most frequent
caller at his home. This intimacy soon
showed me that the power which drew
his wife and him together was a strange
passion, though it ran as smoothly as the
most commonplace and placid every day
affection.
OF une thing soon became aware. and
this was the Sact that they were never
separated. Not that Mrs. Wynne was
obtrusive in her companionship, for she
would remain at one end Of the large
drawing room running along the west
front of the old mansion. while Wynne
and l sat smoking in the library that
opened off from this; or if we were hav-
ing coy chat In one of its many al
coves, she would busy herself with some
fancy work in a remote corner Of the
spacious apartment.
There was something strange in all
that she did or said, at least, to me. Her
manner seemed spiritualized, and some
evidence Of her nature was furnished by
her work, her conversation and her
amusements.
She sang with q clear, sweet, bell like
tone. She painted, and her pictures were
strange, dreamy compositions, wonderful
In color, and most fascinating. They had
q suggestiveness hidden meaning that
study alone could reveal a comforting
sensation that gave more delight than
their mere perfectness Of form and color.
When she worked the material was of a
filmy nature; If cloth, the texture was
like those misty muslins that the Hindoos
pass through ring to show their delicacy;
or she would busy herself with complex
net work of fine thread, through which
her fingers moved with a defines that
was astonishing.
Where she came from. or what her name
had previously been, we were not told. nor
did we ask. That she was lady was plain.
and we knew that Wynne, in his own
way, and at such time as he should elect,
would tell us all that he wished us to
know, and all that it would be our right
20 know.
had called one afternoon when the
weather threatened a storm. 1t was in
September. and wild mass Of deepening
clouds tossed fretfully along the sea line
10 the south, rising far above the islands
that formed the ocean barrier Of Elm
port. A cheerful fire cracked and famed
In the broad fireplace of the drawing
room, and Wynne and his wife were in
an entertaining mood, talking and sing
ing with zest and gladness that made
time pass rapidly.
When their dinner hour drew near /
prepared to leave them, but Wynne OBJ
jected. saying:
dine with us, Jack; we have Just
what you like, and have something to
tell you
Icould do this easily, for my people
were away, and the servants knew that
~ l was not at home by certain hour
they need not wait So / accepted the
invitation.
When we returned TO the drawing
room after the repast Wynne drew two
large easy chairs and an ottoman near
the fire, threw two or three heavy logs
On the bed Of glowing Goals, and notion
ing me TO take one Of the chairs, sank
hack in the other, his wife nesting on
the ottoman at his feet.
The daylight had faded early and the
wind was moaning through the elms
With that weird tone which seems 10 in
vite condolences; and was not surprised
when, without any preliminary, wynne
mid:
sJack, you and my friends have,
doubtless, wondered where i found my
wife, and while know that this is my
business alone, desire that you, at least,
Gball know the story.
"For Il Is a strange story, and were i
not nm actor in ii should say that II was
Impossible.
aYou remember that my last summer
excursion was made among the great
mountain range Of the west, and that,
after visiting the Yellowstone and Colo
r,do, I went on TO the Yosemite region.
I saw all the well known sights, and,
arUwing tired Of these sought new fields.